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There was a dude passed out outside a party getting wrecked with markers, lipstick, etc. Then some guy pulls out a spray can he found in the garage. Thinking it was spray paint, he just started spraying the dude's hair. Turns out the spray can was actually asphalt tree pruning seal. Dude's hair only grew back in patches.

Oh man. I crashed out at a party where that happened. A bunch of people took turns using this guy as a canvas after he passed out. Then everyone else passed out. People woke up with large portions of their hair missing, a few guys in button up shirts woke up without the buttons. That dude woke up early, and he got his revenge on fucking everyone. I came out of it with half a mustache.

My friend being hit in the face with a full Jack Daniels bottle completely unprovoked. No idea what the other kid was thinking. My friend had to get reconstructive surgery and the other guy went to jail.

Not really fucked up, more weird. I know someone who has a foot fetish but could never got a girl to let him suck her toes. At this party, my friend found out about his fetish and announced that he'd pay any girl 20 bucks to let this guy suck her toes. After a couple minutes some girl was drunk enough to agree, the whole party stopped to watch it happen. This guy was super pumped and ready to go down on her toes but the girl was a little apprehensive. Sure enough he just went to town on her toes, at one point everyone was chanting, "toe job! Toe job!" The guy who paid the girl had to separate the two cause he showed no signs of stopping the sucking. It was pretty weird/funny and definitely not something you see at every party.

Halloween party thrown by a friend that was in law enforcement, secretly gay and dating a fairly young guy who was there at the party. The young boyfriend apparently got quite drunk, went upstairs and everyone at the party hears a gunshot: He had killed himself with my friends pistol. There were a lot of lives really fucked up that night.

Well, my friend had been a uniformed officer for several years and was fast-tracked into undercover for many reasons, not the least of which was that he looked like he was barely out of high school. It's a big deal moving into undercover because you are scrutinized thoroughly and held to a higher standard. You also make significantly more money and take on a whole lot more risky but adrenaline filled activities. My friend loved his job however, since the boy was under 21 and he killed himself with my friends service gun, my friends career was ruined. There was just no way to bounce back from the whole thing both from the police force perspective and from the emotional toll it took on my friend. It's been several years and I lost contact with him so I don't know if things have changed.

Back in the 80's I was at a party where the host had procured some Everclear, which is grain alcohol, like moonshine. Every one there was young, we were all around 15 or 16. Needless to say people that young cannot handle such potent alcohol. One girl, who is clearly wasted passes out on a couch while the party rages around her for hours. I left, and found out the next day she had died of alcohol poisoning. We were standing around partying oblivious to the fact that the passed out girl on the couch was actually dead. I can't remember what exactly happened to the host, but I think he got off light because he was a minor. I believe the girl had taken some pills also.

I will never drink that shit again. My buddy and I woke up in a different State with no memory of how we got there.

Edit:
Ok this is what I can remember. This was back when I was drinking all the time and my buddy was a cocaine addict. First we went to a party we actually knew. We hung out with the dealers and what not. Then someone offered him some good shit but we had to go to another place to get it. Winded up at another party where what the hell might as well stay at this one. Someone offered me some Everclear and I had no idea what it is but what the heck I'l try anything. Next thing I knew him and I woke up in PA, I'm from NY, near Harrisburg which is about 4 hours from here in a really nice house too actually. I found my buddy and he had no idea how we got there either. All I know is he was sleeping next to a pool sopping wet. We asked someone where we were and where 81 was from there, thank god we are good with directions because apparently we actually drove there, his car was outside. I am now 6 years sober. Also 500 dollars seemed to have walked off into thin air.

Edit: I realize that it's nothing special only because it's a fucking blur.

I had a major scare once. We were pregaming for a night out, since we were underage. Piled into the DD's car, got to the club, everyone got out...except my friend, who managed to open the door and then literally fell out head first.

We got him back into the car, drove him to a nearby friend's house, and put him on his side so he wouldn't aspirate if he vomited. But then he stopped breathing. We flipped him onto his back again while we frantically started dialing...but then he started breathing again. We kept watch over him for about 4 hours while he told us every secret he ever had in a drunken stupor.

Apparently, he had just recently gotten a depression diagnosis and didn't take the warnings about mixing alcohol and pills seriously. It's dangerous shit.

As a huge bear of a man who regularly drinks moonshine... take care, kiddos. This could be a LPT for some folks.

My experience with moonshine is that it goes from zero to wasted. There isn't a whole lot of that pleasant, slightly buzzed feeling in the middle. It's essentially zero to belligerently drunk. You've really got to watch it when you're drinking that stuff, and it's a really good idea to have a "minder" around who is just drinking beer or Ezra Brooks or something more normal.

Saw a kid OD on coke. As he was violently convulsing, no one was willing to call the cops for fear of getting busted for the drugs. The kid died by the time the ambulance got there. The host of the party to the paramedic: "hey, we're not going to have to pay for the ambulance call, are we??" All around a fucked up situation

EDIT: To the people asking why the party-goers were concerned about the bill: these are cokeheads we're talking about. They are not known for their reasoning skills.

I saw a kid in steel-toe boots kick a another kid in the face as he was getting up after being knocked down. I've never seen blood spray like that before, needless to say that was a major buzzkill so we left. I think the kid ended up with a broken nose, no other major damage luckily.

I friend of mine from high school came back from his second tour in Iraq. He was no longer the same upbeat person he used to be. PTS and the drugs he self medicated with destroyed him. Anyways we were having a summer party having a good time and he goes batshit crazy after downing a bottle of tequila. The day before his fiance broke it off and told him he would never see their child together again. He pulled out his gun and threatened to kill himself. Five guys (myself included) wrestled him to the ground and disarmed him. The guy that actually got the gun from him was his cousin. He popped out the clip and handed the gun to him and told him to go sleep his shit off. My disturbed friend grabbed the gun and put it in his mouth and blew his head off. There was a bullet in the chamber and he knew it. Apparently he was walking around with a gun ready to rock and roll. Always clear the chamber. And to even make this story even brighter, the cousin who gave him back his gun killed himself 6 months later because of this incident. Oh, did I mention that this party was at my house? So I get to see where it happened daily. At least it was in my backyard and not in my house.

I wasn't there but in my hometown there was a party where a dude passed out drunk in the bathroom, so naturally another dude went in there and raped him in the butt. There were witnesses that saw it through the window, so fortunately the rapist was prosecuted.

In high school, senior year, I'm at this after party after our homecoming dance. I'm pretty wasted and I go to take a piss. About halfway through pissing I realize that the shower is on...and the curtain is closed...

So I'm like fuck man - there's someone showering in here. So I apologize but I didn't get an answer. So i thought maybe some drunk idiot left the shower on so I went to turn it off. Well turns out there's a butt ass naked girl laying in the bottom of the shower. The water is fucking freezing mind you. Weird thing was - there were no clothes anywhere in the bathroom so I had no idea how she got there. I turned the shower off and tried waking her up but all i got was mumbled drunk talk. So threw a couple towels on her and went and got the guy who's house it was. He carried her into one of the bedrooms and threw blankets on her and closed the door. Never saw her again.

It's the winter time and Andy takes Tim's jacket and stuffs it in the freezer when Tim wasn't looking. When Tim finds out he grabs the squirt thing from the sink and sprays Andy. So Andy chases Tim outside and grabs the hose and soaks Tim with water. Then Tim goes to the bathroom, pisses in a cup and throws his piss on Andy. So Andy, not to be out done, goes to the bathroom and shits in a cup then chases Tim down and throws poop on him.

At this point all the other party guests are slightly disgusted, and Andy and Tim appear to have come to a non-verbal agreement that they're finished. So Tim takes a shower and spends the rest of the party in his boxers while Andy washes his clothes.

One time I was at a party and got really drunk. After a long night of drinking I went outside and threw up in a small drainage ditch next to the house. Not just in one spot either. It eas very spread out.

About 2 hours later a dude decides to punch a chick while she was smoking on the side of the house. After he hit her some other dude tackled him and they flew into the drainage ditch. After that everyone's friends jumped in and they were slipping and sliding in what they thought was spilt beer.... boy were they wrong.
Ill never forget seeing someone get up with chick chunks on their shoulder. Everyone wad covered in puke.
It was glorious.

Two dudes were fighting. One of them punched the other's head through a window pane. The glass somehow cut the dudes throat. Blood everywhere. He immediately went unresponsive. He didn't die but it was pretty fucked up. As much blood as their was everyone there thought he was dead.

I was at a party and there was this really drunk dude who was trying to start shit with everyone and went around hitting on all the girls. So after about an hour or two of this, a guy who apparently dealt cocaine shows up with his girlfriend. The drunk dude goes over to them and starts hitting on the girl. The cocaine dealer shoves him and the drunk guy throws a punch. Somehow they end up on the porch fighting (i have no idea how the drunk guy even managed to stay standing during all of this). Eventually they get down to the street and the drunk dude throws a big punch and hits the other guy square in the nose. I guess he liked the way his nose looked, because the dealer just goes ham. Eventually he gets the drunk guy on the curb and just slams his foot on his skull (Yes he was biting the curb). I guess he was a nice guy, because the drunk dude apparently just had a concussion and a $10000 dental bill.

I know someone who did this. He was a weirdo to say the least and nobody really liked the guy, he just somehow heard about parties and showed up and no one kicked him out. He seriously pulled out his dick and jerked off onto a girls face. Everyone went from indifferent towards this asshole to actively hating him. That is such a dick move. Does anyone know if this is illegal? I mean it's not rape but it's at least assault and/or battery, right?

In high school there was a stomach virus going around. Some girl had it and proceeded to get very drunk. She was standing over a white carpet wearing a skirt when she shit herself. Apparently she didn't have any underwear on.

I saw a guy blowing a shotgun charge from a blunt to another guy. As soon as their hands locked, the guy with the blunt in his mouth coughed, sent it flying into the other guys eye, then projectile vomitted in his face. It was perfect.

Christmas party at my good friend's house. Everyone is drinking and having a jolly good time. One guy had come with his younger brother. The older brother spent the night trying to flirt and hit on this random chick at the party. But as the night went on, said girl suddenly wandered away from him. Shortly after, he found said girl in the bathroom with his younger brother. The two of them ended up having a full on fist fight right in the living room in front of everyone, eventually spilling outside. Younger brother got a good hit in and knocked out his older brother at which point we seperated them. Spent the next 20 minutes washing blood off the tile and sidewalk. Afterwards we found out that the younger brother had punched the older one so hard he shattered his orbital socket and fractured his jaw.

Kid A takes a cheap shot at kid B. Kid A is laying on top of the kid B, throwing punches yelling "Say you're my bitch and I'll stop." Kid C grabs kids A by the hair/ears and throws a huge knee to the guys face, gets on top and just starts throwing huge punches and elbows and screaming "Who's the bitch now?" Kid B and C eventually dragged him outside, wrote "BITCH" on his forehead and pissed on him.

Not quite as bad, but at a party hosted by my roommate one of the jackasses she invited was boisterously hocking loogies in my poor goldfish's bowl. I stopped him and asked him to leave; roommate said I was being unreasonable.

A girl fell asleep on the floor and a guy walked over and pissed on her. He thought, for some reaon, that people would find it funny. Everyone exploded in rage, kicked him out, and ostracized him on social media. We woke up the girl, she showered, and the host of the party let her wear his mom's pajamas while they ran her own clothes through the washer and dryer.

Last year, a girl who went to a nearby high school Cheated on her boyfriend at a party. She then passed out drunk. The dude she hooked up with realized she had a boyfriend( who was at the party!) and apologized to him. Her boyfriend was surprisingly cool about it for being drunk. Then proceeded to take a dump on her chest with a note that said "were through, enjoy my poo."

A guy shooting heroin into the muscles on his arms, he was so fucked up he kept missing the veins and eventually said fuck it. I will NEVERforget the way his arms looked, between the fresh tracks and the old ones, the greenish bruising and the bubbles of liquid from where he missed and just pumped some shit into his skin I decided to change my lifestyle.

A girl broke up with her boyfriend at the party. That's bad form on its own, but then she spent the night searching the party for someone to talk to about how shit he is. Except he invited her and she knew no one at the party. Then she asked him for a ride home. And that guy was me FUCK YOU BECKY

The other night my girlfriend of two years supposedly broke up with me. I say supposedly because there was a lot of alcohol involved. Anyways I was being consoled at the bar and my girlfriend went out to the back porch and my bestfriend went to console her, and ended up making out with her, and ended up sleeping with her. Yeah, fuck me right.

Years ago, I had a buddy who's older brother was a Hell's Angels member and invited me over to his house for a party they were having. It was pretty much everything you'd expect from Hell's Angels back in the day. One of the girls there put her little dog in a bedroom to keep it out of the way and safe. Somebody went into the room and didn't like the yappy little dog... and decided to stab it dozens of times and, who-knows-why, swung the corpse around so there was blood and poo spread all over the walls, then shoved the remains under a bed.

3 people died - party in India which was on the side of a cliff, with different levels ie 3 dance floor staggered down the face. People would fall asleep and roll off and smack their heads on the rocks. Party still carried on tho ..... India.

A girl in a very short skirt and wearing a thong passed out on the sofa at a frat party I was at. She was face down with her ass showing. After a minute or so, she explosivly shits herself. It shoots right past the thong and straight up, about a foot high, than back down all over her. She was so wasted she didn't even care. A bunch of the bros had some of the pledges wrap her in a tarp and carry her out to the back yard where they hosed her off and left her to sober up.

My friend didn't want to have sex with a girl because he had a girlfriend and she started getting all rapey and groping him and stuff. So when he pushed her away from him she punched him, screamed rape, and told the nearest big guy that my friend had hit her and tried to rape her. That was the night we spent picking bits of beer bottle out of his head on the way to the ER to get stitches. Women who abuse the power of defending yourself from legitimate sexual assault piss me off to no end.

My friend saw this one at his frat: he was walking past the bathroom and looked in through the open door to see a girl bent over the toilet, puking her guts out, while a guy had her pants down and was banging her from behind.

Girl gets raped. Cops come. Every guy is brought outside. She is asked to make groups called "Yes" "No" and "Maybe" they raped me. Luckily I was in the "No" group. My friend freaked out being called a "maybe."

Maybes and Yes guys (bout 6) are brought down to the station. Girl goes to hospital. Next day its determined she wasn't raped, didn't even have sex.

When I was around sixteen I went to a party at my friends tiny-ass lake house. At the end of the evening there was no place to crash, and I had lent some girl my blanket, so I laid on the dining room table and used my jacket as a pillow. I wake up to the entire earth being thrown off its axis, which turned out to be the blanket girl falling into the table and sliding it across the floor. I asked her if she is okay, she starts pulling her boobs out and drunk talking at me. I got up and attempted to lead her back to the couch. She shoved me back and took off her bottoms. She then let out the manliest fart that I have ever heard, and began pissing everywhere. It was at that moment I noticed my blanket trailing from her foot.

Here in Marietta Ga two acquaintances of mine got drunk at a party and then drove home. On the way one of the buds threw up out the window. The other friend was awoken the next morning by the police. Apparently he hadn't noticed his buddies head had been decapitated by a brick mailbox on the way home. The cops were notified of a head on the side of the road and followed the blood trail back to the house.

I was getting heavily into the "party" scene, and so while I lived with some friends of mine, they were slowly getting completely strung out on drugs. Mainly coke. This meant that they had become friends with a bunch of shady mother fuckers.

Well, on this particular evening, I had every intention of getting as wasted as was humanly possible, so I started out the evening drinking and smoking, and when I was pleasantly buzzed, I moved on to other things. We hot-boxed a small bedroom, where I stayed for about 3 hours. While inside said bedroom, a gang-banger I didn't know threatened to kill me, because after he said, "Whoa, man, everything is swimming," I laughed and said, "Me too."

Later, I'm outside of the hot-box room, and sitting next to same gang-banger. A knife falls out of his pocket, and I notice it and give it back to him. He thanks me. I drink more, and then return to the little bedroom to hotbox more.

I end up at the point where I am hitting a bong, and forget what I am doing halfway through, never stop inhaling, and fail to clear it. I inhale for long enough that everyone in the room is just staring at me like, "How... is he still inhaling?" I felt bad for not clearing it, so I threw my stash into the middle to be used up. While the effects of this were kicking in, the gang-banger that had threatened me apparently pulled out a gun in the main room and then got thrown out of the party. This caused my coked out friends to start freaking out, so they kicked out about half the people in the party, and one of them ended up standing outside his apartment screaming at his neighbors about calling the cops (he thought they already had. Amazingly, nobody did).

I leave the hotbox room and lay on the floor in the living room because I have come to believe that I am an inanimate object. I am one with the carpet, and if I lay there long enough, I will decompose into an assortment of organic matter. This was not to be, because a spazzy guy who would sell his ADD meds came over and started poking me and kicking me lightly.

I wanted to become one with the carpet, so after he tried to forcibly feed me a beer, I got up and went back to the hotbox room. It was dark, and mostly empty, but there was a girl in there on an inflatable mattress. I thought to myself, "I bet we could both become inanimate organic matter together," or something like that, and I was cold, so I laid on the mattress next to her, spooning her, and feeling the world slowly absorb me into itself.

I think I was holding her hand, though she was too intoxicated to be aware of anything. I'm not leaving anything out here, for the record; all I did was spoon her, fully clothed, while holding her hand with my right arm wrapped around her, desperately willing the earth to embrace us.

As I lay there, the door quietly opens to the room, and I overhear a conversation that, even in that state, scared me and gave me chills.

Is she still in here?

Yeah, I saw here come in here earlier all fucked up. She never left.

Awesome. Move out of the way, let me in.

Fuck, dude, someone's already with her.

What? Who?

I dunno. That guy from the floor. Is he her boyfriend?

No, she came here alone.

Fuck. He looks passed out, want to try?

No, he had a knife earlier. Let's just hook up with one of those sluts out there.

Fuck this shit man, this is gay.

Yeah. Fuckin' bullshit.

And then they left, and closed the door.

And I laid there in the dark, feeling much more sober, though I wasn't really. I was very grateful that I had been there, and I wondered then if this was how the world had decided to embrace me, through this specific purpose of preventing harm to another being. I hugged her, and fell asleep hugging her, spooning, and feeling like I was falling into that dirty, inflatable mattress.

When I woke up she was gone, and I never saw her again. Never actually told any of them about the event. The friends whose house it was had their lives destroyed by coke, so I only interacted with them for another month or two, and I got my shit together and realized that partying like that wasn't going to take my life anywhere good.

I still think about that girl a lot. I don't remember her name, and I wonder from time to time if she woke up thinking I was a creep for spooning her without her consent. I kind of feel bad for that, but I realize that if I hadn't it could have been much worse, so it's pretty weird.

tl;dr: Got wasted, gave a murderous gang-banger back his dropped knife, scumbag rapists thought I was armed and didn't rape a girl I decided to cuddle in my inebriated state.

Edit: To whomever gave me Gold, thank you. Needless to say, it was unexpected, but much appreciated.

I suppose saying "it's my pleasure," is particularly apropos, since she has no idea about anything that happened, haha.

But really though, I'm just grateful to have made a difference. I obviously wasn't making the best decisions at that time, so I'm glad I was still able to help someone, even if I was wrapped up in my own hedonistic bullshit at the time.

Much much better, I hope the same for you! And yeah, same for me, it showed me what kind of company I was actually keeping and that perhaps, while I wasn't ready to "settle down" yet, I could have fun without being an idiot and hanging around with rapists and gang-members.

That was the thing that scared me the most about it, I could tell who one of the guys was, and it was one of the guys who had been hotboxing earlier. Until that happened, I had thought he was one of the less shady individuals there that night. He seemed like your normal, run of the mill college-aged pothead.

Tribal gauges in his ears, goatee, slightly overweight, average height.

I mean, here we are, surrounded by tweakers, druggies, and gang-bangers, and one of the few people I figured were alright ends up doing that.

I've had more than enough reasons not to trust anyone unless they give me reason to think otherwise, but that was definitely one of those moments in my life where I decided that I want to look at women generally as my sister.

There are too many fucked up shitty people out there and everyone is busy looking after their own interests, like I was then. If I can provide safety or security for someone, even if that person is a stranger, I'll do what I can. I was lucky to be where I was when that happened, it's too easy to be the person who unknowingly allows someone else to be victimized.

A few years ago there was a party around where I currently live and a girl drank too much and passed out. Her friend (male, sober, designated driver) asked the guy whos house it was if she could sleep it off. They took her upstairs to a bedroom and let her sleep and periodically checked on her (every 15-20 minutes). Around the 3rd or 4th time the guy went up to check, she was still sleeping but her pants and underwear were off. (She was raped) He jumps on the bed and wakes her up. She wakes up to a him on-top of her without her pants on and assumes he raped her.

Long story short cops get called, they do individual interviews blah blah blah. The guy insists that he didn't do it (which he didn't) but he gets arrested and booked for rape that night.

(I only know this next part because I talked to the magistrate)

The magistrate, who at the time was the cop that interviewed the kids, knew that something was wrong and he reinterviewed all the kids and got the one who did it to crack. He was arrested, innocent sober friend spent a night in prison and got out the next day.

I was at a party when two bros started fighting over who gets the bathroom next. Bro 1 picks up bro 2 and body-slams him into the toilet. Toilet shatters and bro 2 picks up a piece of the porcelain and slices open bro 1's stomach. Ambulance came and party was broken up. Fuckin bros.

This would definitely be the evening of the outing of out universiy's "poop bandit."
For about a month or two, fraternity guys were waking up from an intense hangover. They would go to the showers, wash off the haze from the night before and go to their wardrobe to get a clean set of clothes. When they opened a drawer though, there would be a giant shit log intermingling with their socks.

After the third instance of this, word got out around campus that there was a shit bandit in our midst. Parties were more closely monitored, personal rooms were locked, etc.. This did not stop the shit bandit. For the longest time, we thought it was a member of one of the more unpopular fraternities sneaking in and laying a poo pipe here and there. Boy were we wrong.

On the fateful evening of the poo-bandit's reveal, we had just beaten our school's rival team in football. Everyone was hammered and the campus was a drunken mess. Our quarterback, as he was wont to do, took a random girl into his room early on into the night. Both were completely shitfaced.

The party continued on in the football player fraternity until about 2 a.m., when everyone on the second floor heard a big "WHAT THE FUCK" emanate from the QB's room. I was one of those people.

From what was recounted to everyone from our QB, he passed out after fucking the chick. A short while later, he awoke to an atrocious smell in his room. When he flipped his light on, this chick was pinching off a stink pickle in his dresser drawer. His "WTF?" Startled her so much that she took off into the hall, without pants, leaving a disgusting trail of fear diarrhea in her path. Poor Ian came down the stairs in her path and faceplanted into her trial of filth and began vomiting because of it.

Nobody heard from that particular cheerleader again and the poo-bandit was no more.

Not fucked up, but at a high school party, one of the friend's mothers came out absolutely drunk. She pulls out this bag that's filled, I mean almost overflowing, with 10 mg white round Valiums with the V cut out and everything. People were just grabbing handfuls and putting them in their pockets. Up until that point in my life, I'd seen people smoke weed and drink, literally nothing else. It still amazes how quick people went from "great song, I feel great, dancing it great." to "Woo hoo! FREE Valium!" right back to dancing.

Less fucked up, more funny. My best friend went to someone's house for an after party and they were partaking in extra-curricular activities (read: cocaine). For those who don't know, a lot of times it is cut with baby laxative in order to press more of a profit out of selling it. The entire party is standing around the island in the kitchen taking turns doing lines. My friend starts to get a touch of the bubble guts (I would assume from it being cut). She excuses herself to the half bath located right to the left of where everyone is gathered to fart in private. Inside the bathroom she lets loose, but it turns out it was more of a leaky shit than a fart. She turns to look at her backside in the mirror and she had a shit stain ALL over her white dress. She immediately takes everything off and is desperately trying to wash the shit off in the sink. Now keep in mind this was a bachelor pad, so the bathroom wasn't very well stocked (no soap, one white hand towel). She basically is smearing the shit stain into an even bigger area on her dress and she starts freaking out because her guy friend is banging on the door to see if she's okay since she was in there so long. She finally decides she's got to make a run for it, but she can't escape the party without passing everyone that is hanging out in the kitchen. She basically puts back on her shit stained dress and does the sideways crab walk by the kitchen in an effort to hide the stain on her ass from the rest of the people hanging out there. She calls me the next day to relay this story (which I'm absolutely dying over) and all I can think to say is, "Sounds like a really shitty night". She hung up.

TL;DR: After doing cocaine, my best friend shits herself at a party staining the white dress she was wearing and has to escape by doing a crab walk.

Worst one for me was when I went to the club with my then girlfriend and a bunch of her friends. We were standing in line with everyone else, and there's this beyond shit-faced girl with her friends standing in front of us. She was loud, swaying, and generally just absolutely white-girl wasted (no offense to the paler ladies).

We were doing our thing, and the line was moving slow. After about 5-minutes we hear this sickening splatter and all turn at the same time. Turns out we were in the fucking splash-zone at this chicks stomach sea world, and she's just exploding black puke. All of us got some on us, but it wasn't so bad that we had to leave and go change. Puke-girl wipes her hand, but amazingly she doesn't get kicked out and successfully makes it into the club.

We enter the club and bee-line to our respective washrooms to wash up. I had some on my arm, and little bit in my hair but its easily washed away. Afterwards, it's the average club time with shots and wooing and dancing.

That is until about 2 hours later, I see puke-girl on the dance floor. She's even drunker than before and she's just grinding on this poor dude. He has this big old smile on his face like "Fuck yeah!, imma get me some of this!" and they start making out. I make a face like this while they exchange tar.

They come out of the kiss and this poor fuck has, I swear to god, completely black lips like he applied goth make up. He's smiling into her eyes while i'm in the background like this.

While on active duty me and a bunch of Marines went to a university that was close to base on halloween to go find parties to have fun. So after about 4-5 houses and walking around meeting girls and getting numbers. We were walking past a frat house when some guys carrying a half naked chick who was passed out and vomiting and threw her and the front lawn and went back inside. So we ran over to see if she was alright and saw that she was obviously super drunk and would not wake up. So our Doc (corpsman) started to treat her and called 911. Me and the other Marines proceed to kick in the door and find the guys who threw her outside.

We ended up finding the guys working over another girl that was obviously drugged/drunk in a upstair room, basically they were just starting to strip her as we opened the door. A brawl happen and those guys ended up face down outside with us sitting on top of them waiting for the cops to show up. Party was shut down by the police, the guys were arrested, and we went to the hospital to make sure the girl would be alright. We waited around for a few hours until she woke up, turns out she was drugged and raped.

In other news, my buddy ended up actually becoming good friends with her and they later got married and divorced after our deployment.

TL;DR - Me and a bunch of my Marines went party hopping at a university, end up saving a girls life and getting her rapists thrown in jail (After a good beating). My Marine ended up getting married to the girl but then later divorced. The End

Girls intestine protruding from her butt after anal for the first time in a back bedroom. She ran through the room with a bra on and what I thought was a sock sticking out of her ass. It wasn't a sock.

About 2 years ago at a farm party i went to. A bunch of drunk rednecks got in a fight with the ONLY group of black guys there. I climbed the barn so i could get a good veiw of the fight. Not 10 seconds later after i got on the barn a cinderblock comes flying into the crowd. Smashing a guys skull in and putting him in an instant coma. Everyone left and me and my freind called an ambulance. The guy survived (somehow, his fucking brain was crushed in) and was in a coma for about 8 months. He just got his skull put back in his head last month

this was Halloween of 2006. went to a party with a friend of a friend i had only met twice before at a local Zaxby's. didn't really like the guy and didn't want to go but had nothing else to do. a party is better than nothing i supposed.

saw a dude dressed as star-wars stormtrooper skulk into a bedroom at the party with a chick dressed as some kind of zombie whore with Large amounts of makeup on her face. everyone cheered them on.

well about 15 minutes we hear a LOUD shriek follwed by the girl shouting CHRIS? CHRIS? CHRIS? about 20 times. she just keep screaming the name as a question. they both walked out severely shaken.

the friend of the friend saw the stormtrooper's face and said "Holy Fuck." the two walked out and didn't come back the rest of the night.

all the party goers were looking at the friend of the friend waiting on an explanation. well, he dropped an epic bombshell. the friend of the friend knew the zombie girl from the Zaxby's they both worked at. turns out the stormtrooper guy had flown in from his school out of state to surprise his family. well he surprised one for sure. the zombie girl he'd been fucking was his sister.

i'm so fucking glad i went to that party. everyone talks about it, shit is legend.

Three U of M hockey players beating my friend and I within inches of our lives, breaking my leg and his jaw, then tossing us into the rose bushes outside the frat house. Not sure how fucked up that was, but the two of us sure as hell were.

My best friend fell off a two story balcony and split the back of his head open. I was inside the party raging when someone came up to me and said "someone fell off the balcony." Not knowing it was my best friend, I stammered over to the ledge and saw my boy laying there with blood all around his head.
I jumped down the stairs and immediately got everyone away from him. He was laying on his back He was completely unconscious and bleeding from him ears. A few of my friends and I held his hands as the ambulance came. It was such a crazy experience looking down on my best friend, thinking he was dying/ going to die.

He ended up getting half of his skull removed so his brain could swell out. They were able to get him to the hospital in time for his brain not to swell into his skull and cause damage. Due to the fact that he was so drunk, his body didn't react to the impact as rapidly as normal. They cut half of his skull out and his head looked like Mr. Burns. Doctors were saying that he would have memory loss, coma, need a walker, all this crazy shit. Literally a year later he was playing baseball again.

This november Im going to his wedding. Its going to be ridiculous and Im sooooo happy he's still here. This happened a week after I buried a childhood friend of mine after he jumped infront of a train. That was a fucked up couple weeks for me...

Overall he's cool now though. He seems normal. He claims not to have a sense of smell anymore.

When I was in grade 10 I went to a party with some of the older kids in our Highschool, and I noticed that another girl in my grade named Mary also was there. She was flirting with an older guy who went to a different school who I didn't really know but i went over and said hi anyways.

Flash forward to later in the night and I notice that Mary and her new friend had disappeared upstairs for what must have been some super blackout drunk sex. The reason why I assumed they must have been shitfaced is because after the party had died down and most of the guests (including Mary) had left we heard sort of a scream come from upstairs. Except this scream came from a guy. We ran up the stairs to find Mary's friend freshly woken from his drunken slumber.... As well as blood all over his boxers, the sheets, and the mattress of the bed. It would so happen that both Mary and her friend had been too drunk to notice that Mary had been on her period during sexy times. Of course the whole school found out and inevitably the horrible nickname of 'bloody Mary' soon came to be common place in the hallways. She soon switched school, although I see her every once in awhile still and say hi to her when I do.

TLDR: don't have sex on your period if your name is Mary.

Edit: I also forgot to mention I was at a party at the same guys house and he stops the party and says 'party hard.... But not too hard' as he pulls out and waves around the same bloody boxers he had on that night. Everyone had a good laugh at that, but was kinda grossed out he still had them.

I went to a friend of a friends bachelor party that was being held in a house some people rented. They had a bunch of strippers there and everyone was having a good time getting messed up. The bachelor especially. He'd been drinking the whole day and was way beyond wasted by the time we got there. The time comes where one of the strippers pulls him out in front of everyone to do a special lap dance. This guy can hardly walk at this point but she manages to get him on a chair. She starts to grind on him when he unleashes a solid five minute stream of puke onto this poor woman and himself. She gets grossed out and starts to puke everywhere.....so does the stripper that came to help her. My friend and I made it till the third stripper puking her guts out before we got the hell out of there.

I saw a guy fingering a chick on a lawn chair that they were sharing in the living room. They had been making out all night and then shit escalated in front of everyone. We were sitting in a circle. They were a part of that circle. When confronted, the dude said "fuck off! I know what I'm doing!" He thought we were offering critiques on his fingering style.

First, I was on acid. Second, my grandmother had Alzheimer's at the time. Now the party. It was at a girl's house who I was friends with. She was a relatively popular person and had had people over before. However, her aunt, who had Alzheimer's had moved into her house. The girl's parents were gone, but her aunt was home. She was talking and generally forgetting or remembering things. I was on acid, so this was kind of in the background. I heard people asking questions and then confusing her on purpose, but as a young kid, I just was not startled by it. I went somewhere for sometime. I do not remember where, but it was in the house, possibly to hang out with some people, but later on in the night, I came back into the kitchen where they had been questioning her. Now I could tell something was wrong. They were asking her if she wanted to try different jars of condiments. They were wiping their snot into the spoon and she was telling them how good it tasted. I started to get dizzy. Another one of the guys felt her breast and I was repeating,"Oh my God" in my head over and over again. I was 4 hours into a trip and these guys were feeding her snot and not sure what else. Suddenly, the girl who owned the place came back downstairs into the kitchen and saw what they were doing. She didn't necessarily flip put, but she definitely axed the gathering crowd around the woman. I know they did more before I had come up. I could tell by how everyone had huddled around her. I think what made it so bad, besides the acid and the history with Alzheimer's in my family, was the knowledge that people would do that to a person who was so helpless. It also didn't help that a couple of my better friends were part of it either.

I posted this as a reply to someone else, but I think it is worthy of its on comment

Ok so this just brought up memories of a party I was at. It was some girls 16th birthday and I was 20. I came with a few friends and I was pretty drunk. I was wandering around and saw this kid face down on the lawn, not looking so good. I asked his friends if he was alright and they said, he was.

Of course being drunk, I didn't trust them, and had to make sure for myself. He felt cold to the touch, and clammy. Shallow breathing. He just wasn't doing good at all.

The mother hosting the party didn't want anything to do with it. So I got my buddy who was the some what sober driver. Only had a couple beers to come over. I thought we should get an ambulance here asap. He agreed. We called and they basically said for use to drive him our selves since it would be faster. We were about 5 minutes out of town, it was a small town that we lived in, less than 2500 people in Midwestern Ontario.

I remember that once we got to the hospital and got him out of the car the nurses and doctors started to work on him. He had started to OD on Coke and K, and if we hadn't of drove him to the hospital he would of most likely died that night.

I doubt he even remembers what we did for him, but my friend and I do.

I was invited to a party with some friends. There were only a few underaged people, one being the house owners sister well under 18. After a couple of hours, the host realized his sister was missing. On my way to the bathroom I opened the wrong door and found a girl that looked like she was 15 or so, I assumed was being raped. Room was pitch black, but the guy knew he was caught. I called out for help and someone to call 911. The guy ran past me, but someone else grabbed him. The dude got arrested for rape, the host was unfortunately arrested as well for letting a minor into a party. He was a cool dude